济慈诗选 9.1分
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Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb

Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,

Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web

And snared by the ungloving of thine hand

And yet I never look on midnight sky,

But I behold thine eyes' well - memoried light

I cannot look upon the rose's dye

But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight

I cannot look on any budding flower

But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips

And hearkening for a love - sound, doth devour

Its sweets in the wrong sense. Thou dost eclipse

Every delight with sweet remembering

And grief unto my darling joys dost bring

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